User blog comment:Biggren/The Southern Alliance/@comment-3474228-20120321212334/@comment-3474228-20150325071640

the bad-tempered Braggle stomps on a poor crewmember's footpaw as he storms back to his rowing station, muttering under his breath as he does so. Fraggle spits out some more seawater and then grins stupidly. "Did yer 'ear th'fat rabbet, Cap'n? 'E sed they wuz makin' way fer the Isle o' Skif. Their ship might be faster, but if'n we know where they be goin', ain't nothin'll stop us from slavin' 'em all, eh?"